To whom it may concern,
I have some things to say. Some things I've been meaning to say since you got here. But...you'll never see this letter anyway. It's...an outlet, more or less. But even though you won't see it...at least I know this way you'll listen.
When you first arrived in Bullworth, things were a huge mess. All the fighting, bullying, teachers disobeying regulation. Well...I guess it's still like that sometimes. It was a dump and I was at the short end of the stick alot of times. But then the new kid showed up; you.
Everyone had heard about your arrival, myself included. I had a feeling your welcome party was less than great, so I wanted to help. Try to cheer you up and show you there were nice people here. But by the time I came to see you in your room...Gary had met you first. That's where the trouble started, as you well know.
I hated Gary...but he was the only one who didn't try to dunk me in the toilet or shove me in lockers. So I put up with him to have someone, anyone. Then when you came, I really liked you from the start. Thought we could be great friends. But then you and Gary both started bullying me.
You always seemed indifferent with me, like you didn't care what happened to this scrawny weak kid or what didn't happen. Like when Gary kicked me, you didn't do anything. I guess I deserved you being angry for saying you were dumb but it was more in a joking way. Gary threw it out of context and neither of you let me explain. I had to drag myself up off the floor while you two went off to have fun without me. Usually I was by myself anyway, but that time really hurt.
Then Gary betrayed you and tried to get you put in the hospital. Yet you didn't even try to go after him. If you had dealt with him then...well...I guess things wouldn't be as good as they are now. You'd probably have ended up in Juvie. You wouldn't be here...
Anyway, as the year went on, I kept trying to warn you about Gary, but you were too busy to worry about him. Which is what he was counting on. He was never the most quiet about his plans. When you finally dealt with all the Cliques fighting, you became king. And treated me like a nobody again.
You only realized all this after you were getting bullied again and blamed for every mishap on campus. After that you were expelled, but even if you treated me badly...I still wanted to help. That's what friends do. Real friends anyway. After you went off to fight the Townies when Edgar was working for Gary, I tried to get to Dr. Crabblesnitch to tell him what was really happening.
But when I got to him, He was tied up in one of his office chairs, screaming for, who else, Gary to come back and untie him. I then started to hear glass break and yelling, people slamming into walls. EVERYONE was fighting each other. It was terrifying. So I ran from the building, along with the few groups that weren't fighting, as we were evacuated by the staff.
As we were taken to a different part of town, I could hear sirens going off. I was afraid you would get hurt but I wasn't allowed to go anywhere. Then we started hearing the bells from the School bell tower. The bells were too loud not to be from there. After a bit...the bells stopped, and so did the sirens.
All went silent. We waited a full three hours before the call was given to send us home. But while waiting for my parents I quickly ran to the School gates, which were broken from being busted open by the cops. I had to see if you were alright. Sure enough...there you were, talking to the cops with Dr. Crabblesnitch.
A Happy volts asylum van and an ambulance were there as well, Gary's unconscious form being loaded into the ambulance on a stretcher. You were being treated for minor injuries. I smiled as I watched the scene unfolding, knowing you were ok and that Gary was finally being dealt with putting me at ease. Before anyone noticed I crept away, just in time for my parents to come get me. When we finally came back to School once it was cleaned up, I gathered with the crowd to cheer for you.
And then I saw you and Zoe start to kiss. Honestly...it broke my heart a little. More than a little. Hell, it still does. It was then that I realized...all that time, I wanted to be more than friends.
No one had ever made me feel that way. And I instantly knew I couldn't tell you. You'd laugh. Zoe would probably kill me. I'd be the never ending practical joke yet again.
So...That's why I'm writing this imaginary letter to you. To tell you how I feel, my anger, my sadness, love. I write to let myself know that your still my friend, through and through this time. To remember how far you've come from the jerk you came here as. And to let myself know that even though I'll never be brave enough to tell you in person...I can still find peace of mind in my pencil or pen.
Just like you find comfort in brawl. It's how things are. All I ask...is that you never change. Never be what you used to be. And if you do change...change for the better...